Notes from Han

I don't know —

I don't know why some days are so easy and beautiful, and why some days are so wretched and painful,

why some dreams never come true, why some dreams shatter on their threshold, why some prayers are never answered,

why trust is continuously tested, why time is given with limits,

why complexity calls my attention, why I howl in broad daylight,

why longing for the past and brooding that longing became my habit, why silence became my language, why language became my home,

why flowers wither, why summer arrives without notice, why autumn lasts for a brief moment, why winter freezes my hands and my heart,

and why, why trees wave at me, why they stand still,

why night comes, why morning breaks, why hunger visits, why memory is built and rebuilt in every dream, and why hope cannot be owned.

I don’t know.

I don’t know —

I don't know why they had to part ways. I don't know why they wanted different things, interpreted in different ways.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I wish I had all the answers. I wish I knew. But sadly —

I don't know.

(and my song repeats)

Yours,

Han